Party Killer - David E. Sugar

When you drop out off your class, it was your only lesson

I went over to your house to have a cheeky session

Wake up headache fall sour, that I can’t remember

You said what’s the I don’t know and for that I liked you better

That shit is a party killer, I won’t touch it, I want a mirror

But that shit is a party killer, I won’t touch it, I want a mirror

O, sorry, I’m in a hurry, I’ll flip out up back there

But I’m spinning and I’m a little scared

But I’ll try better to handle myself

Keep it together while film us

My last shit is a party killer, I won’t touch it, I want a mirror

But that shit is a party killer, I won’t touch it, I want a mirror